A Pillow Laden With Dreams

Walking swiftly into a December's night hearing faint footsteps following me, is imagination not revealing that guarantee to safeguard me with some calm thought, not causing a pounding heartbeat? Can one be afraid of harmless shadows... while they sparkle with small fireflies? Can one encounter the palest phantoms? Alone on a path brightened by stars... while divine thoughts fill the serene mind, all creation is in harmony with darkness; who wouldn't admire its magnificence? How can anyone deny its presence when evidence is seen all around? Taking the shortest path among the longest to get home safely without walking fast, not thinking of any danger ahead; it's the path I have always taken, and at the end of it, mom waits to close the squeaking door behind me, then I'll lay my head on a pillow laden with dreams that I will never forget!